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leekohler said:
You obviously didn't see the Leno interview then. My roommate and I were astounded. We were wondering when Jay would get out the fire extiguisher.
I sure didn't, but I did come across some interesting pictures yesterday when I made my collage:
Now I really want to see the interview.
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I went to Avalon tonight and it was a huge disappointment. The music was
horrible. The music is always great at Avalon, I don't know what was up tonight. Anyways, the guys were waaay too cutsy tonight. I know I have no right to put down guys for looking cutsy, given what I was wearing:
I suppose I fit in the 'cutsy' category, but it's far from what I'm into.
So, there is one guy I find attractive in the whole club

, and we make eye contact a few times but he doesn't approach me. I hate approaching guys on the dance floor because I hate being approached by guys when I'm not attracted to them. I don't want to be the guy that does that. So, I danced alone while trying to give this guy the impression that I wanted to dance with him. Meanwhile, a cutsy guy starts dancing with me. It's nice when guys dance near you (come 75%), make it obvious they want to dance with you, and then let you come the last 25% to start dancing. This guy didn't do this, he came right up behind me, and he was squeezing my ass within 30 seconds.
So, I was dancing near the guy I found attractive, but dancing with a guy I found unattractive. I got a bit fed up, and I just grabbed the sexy guy by the shirt and pulled him into me. So, I'm in the middle of sexy guy and cutsy guy, and I'm starting to enjoy myself a bit more.
I start feeling sexy guys chest (he had been shirtless earlier in the night, he had a very nice chest, but he had his shirt on at the moment). I was kind of tired of being shy, so I just felt all over

. I think he noticed that I found his chest to be attractive so he took his shirt back off. Yummy

. He had the kind of body that I love so much. He was the epitome of my type of guy.
Tall, probably 6 foot 2 or 3. Extremely short hair. Older

. Chin scruff. A tiny bit of hair on his chest. A total beast.
I couldn't keep my hands off of him... I didn't really hold back, I played with his nipples, I rubbed his pecks, I dug my hands into his muscular shoulders. We both seemed to like it.
But, somehow, I ended up behind the cutsy guy, who then became the middle man. I wasn't really paying any attention to Mr. Cutsy at all prior to this, so I was a bit saddened. Mr. Sexy put Cutsy back in his place though, and I ended up in the middle. I was so flattered, he took cutsy by the shoulders and moved him behind me

.
A song or two later he leaned towards me and simply said goodbye and walked off. I did the same to Mr. Cutsy as soon as Mr. Sexy was out the door. I left the club shortly after - the one hot guy had left.
Let me clear up something about my clubbing infatuation - because I know I sound incredibly shallow from my stories. I go clubbing so much, and I'm so selective about the guys I dance with because I don't have sex with random people, and I haven't been getting to know any guys that might be potential boyfriends. Basically, I'm not having sex. Let me make this connection a bit clearer

. I feel a bit starved of male touch sometimes... okay, all the time, and I go to clubs to satisfy that. I can feel some of the closeness of sex without actually having it. I don't go to clubs to meet guys. So what I'm saying is, I go to clubs for purely physical reasons. If I was going to meet nice people, I'd probably be less selective about the guys I dance with and go for the nice looking guys, which there are plenty of at Avalon. I suppose you
could say that I'm shallow on the dance floor. Elsewhere, not so much

.
I didn't get to dance with Mr. Sexy very long, though. Just a couple songs. Luckily, I did get to feel his chest extensively, so I think I satisfied about 60% of my touch quota. I'll have to work overtime at Splash next Thursday

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_Emerson